Inchcocks Memories Invoked by One old Photograph

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Down the alleyway between the cafe and the Naval Club was where my doctors was situated: Dr Foley. An elderly woman with a no fuss attitude, I liked her – I can picture her now – with her fussing and stern assistant/pharmacist/nurse who would light the gas-fire in the waiting room with a loud bang and flash of flame. I was on her books from 1949 to 1969.

The cafe (Can’t remember the name, something Latin I think? No doubt someone will be able to inform me I hope) The owner hired young near-do-wells like myself to sell hot dogs at the weekends in the city centre. I think they sold for 9p beefburgers 1/-. They were stored in hot water in compartments in the heavy and hard to push trolley base. The onions were horrible. Keeping folk from nicking the watered down ketchup and Daddies sauce was a problem.

To the right was the Hong Kong Restaurant. On more than one occasion they were prosecuted for some hygiene irregularity but there were so many brothers and sisters in the family, that when they were barred from running food premises, they just sold it to another family member. Mother worked there for a while – and often she was given tins with no labels on them to open and mix ready for the cook to prepare in dishes. One day she told Dad that one of these tins had a bit of label left on it – it was Top Cat cat food! Later they were done yet again, but I never heard any of the locals complain and it was always busy?

The Italian restaurant I cannot remember ever seeing anyone ever eat there. We used to joke that it must be a cover-base for the Mafia.

In later year I’d frequent the Naval Club, where the beer was only so-so but the  company was great – I loved listening to the members stories of their war exploits.

In one of the  flats above the Hong Kong restaurant lived a lass by the name of Maureen Hutterswaithe – a bonny lass generous with her foibles as I remember… but that might not be a suitable story for  here. But it were grand!

Austin A40Arkwright Street, my stomping ground as an underfed impecunious little ragamuffin.

Not all good memories but much missed nowadays in this greedy uncaring atmosphere I laughingly call life.

Hey-ho – so now I’m feeling a bit low…

Mon 20.4.15: Inchcock Today – More frustrations

Monday 20th April 2015

DSCF0018Up and down stairs, made a flask of tea.

Not feeling good at all.

Feeling worse after going out to spray the weeds in the back and found 3 pallets that someone has donated near me back door?

Attempted or planned break in? Yobs? Oh dear now I’m worried…

DSCF0017The dank sky misty sky didn’t cheer me up any either.

Laptop on to start this and get me LOMM posts done and off before BJ calls about lifting me to the Post office fer me pressie.

Forgot to take me BP and medications, I’ll do the BP etc later – took me medications a bit late like.

Must sort out me medication box’s for the cancer clinic visit tomorrow later as well.

Now I feel apprehensive taut worried and nervous – got enough to fret about with all the medical procedures this week without owt else – I’m genuinely getting so depressed again now – ashamed to tell yers, but something has to improve soon…

Managed to get the LOMM posts done anyroad.

BJ rang, he’s on his way be here in half-an-hour.

DSCF0019Got he ablutions done and went down and fed the pigeon family their lunch.

BJ Picked me up and we went to fetch the musical pressie from Shirley Blamey from the Post Office.

BJ dropped me off back at the demolition site and carried the box in for me. He is going to a train museum in Loughborough on Friday and asked if I wanted to go with him. I thanked him and said I would.

DSCF0020The sky had brightened and I took a poddle down the front shops to get some tomatoes.

Called in Lidl got some tomatoes cobs and mushrooms.

Walked around for a few minutes appreciating the spring weather but dreading what advantage of the light nights the local yobs will take… apprehensively I toddled back to the dump.

DSCF0022The sky looked wonderful as I passed the OAP home. Thinking I should be in there – somewhere I could feel safe and secure in?

Still feeling unaccountably low when I got back.

Took me medications.

Kept dropping things, me fingers seem to be doing their own thing lately – even typing this is not easy. Tsk!

DSCF0023Made missen some nosh getting well annoyed with myself at everything I did – including when  dropped the water bottle?

Started to do this diary.

Put on some Rick Nelson music through me headphones on.

Rang Pete about meeting tomorrow for the hospital trip – no answer. Pete not going with me cause it’s his and Janet’s shopping day.

An unhappy Inchcock signing off. Hehehe!